𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬《 Philippines CountryHumans AU 》

xxviii.

Canada pinched the bridge of his nose, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. "You like him? You like Philip?"

"No, not 'like'," America interrupts him, standing up from his seat and approaching him. His glasses is discarded from his face, revealing striking blue eyes filled with what looked like burning passion. "Love. I love Philip."

Canada purses his lips, shutting his eyes. He knows that America always thinks of Philip. He knows what goes through his mind, distracting him from his work and pulling him into dirty fantasies. And for a moment, he believes America. He believes that the country in front of him is in love.

But he knows about America's past lovers. He knows how he relishes in their comfort, but never gives any back. He keeps taking, and taking, and taking their love, but have none in his heart to offer back.

"You don't love him."

"What? Canada, what the hell?" America's face shifts from an expression of shock to anger. "Are you seriously explaining my own fucking feelings to me? That's not co—"

"Listen to me, Ame," the other country's stern voice interrupts him. America snaps his mouth shut— who wouldn't? Canada was almost never this serious, and seeing his sworn brother act this way was nothing short of a first time. "You‐... You don't love him as much as you think you do, okay?"

"...what? Canada are you hearing yourself right now? You're literally— what the fuck do you mean by that?!"

"You don't love him! You only love the idea of being with him! You—You only want to use him for your sexual fantasies but you never actually want to fully commit yourself because you only find the chase amusing!!" Canada yells, his hands flying up to grasp America's shoulders and shake him out of whatever delusion he's living in.

"No- you're- That's not true! I love Philip! I want to be with him! After- after years of chasing after him and trying to get with him—"

"I was there when you got together with her."

America's face flashes with recognition before he grits his teeth and looks away. "What the hell do you mean?"

Canada inhaled sharply, bringing his index finger out to point at Ame accusingly, shoving it into his chest, "you dated her for years, but everyone could tell that you never liked her. You only liked how she loved you."

"Don't bring Belarus into this! We broke up because we didn't have enough time to spend with each other! I worked so hard to become part of the G7, while she worked hard to lead her country and drink her pills every night!"

"I'm telling you! You don't love Philip! You only like the idea of him that you made up in your head! I've heard you muttering about—about a sweet, innocent, non-threatening Philip in your sleep!!" Canada yells, trying his best to get his message across.

"Fucking hell, Canada!! Stop changing my thoughts! I love Philip— I love him for him and you can't change that!" America yells back, dismissing the conversation. He is done. He doesn't want someone else telling him what to think!

He roughly shrugs Canada's hand off his shoulder, and by now, he estimates that half of the mansion he's in had heard their argument and the feelings he has for Philip. He mentally slaps himself in the face.

I let my feelings take control again.

The other country sighs frustratedly, letting his hand fall to his side. "You're going to regret this. You'll end up hurting Philip and yourself."

America shakes his head, frowning at him. "You don't know that."

"Trust me," Canada whispers, remembering the nights he'd spent traveling to and fro Belarus' mansion and his country, comforting the poor girl, "I know very well."